Oh, livejournal friends. It’s really over.
Lately a friend gave me her manuscript to read, and I swear it could be published as-is and be a best-seller. Her main character is so strong; she battles and goes into the unknown and faces Hell itself.
We all like to think we’re brave, but when you’re faced with a real situation, how will you act? In times of danger I don’t know what to say. Once when I thought a friend and I had stumbled upon a murdered victim, all I wanted to do was get away and not tell anyone (it turned out to be an elaborate prank). I remember thinking afterwards, ‘I thought I was braver than that.’
I ride roller coasters. When I was a kid I always volunteered to hold the snakes of the visiting animal experts. There’s a hole in a wall in the amphibian house in the zoo I grew up by, and I always stuck my hand deep inside it. I dove of the high diving board (it hurt). I rode the front of the raft over rapids in Tennessee (riding the bull).
Being a dare-devil isn’t hard for me (though none of that stuff above is super extreme), because that involves being brave. Bravery is doing something dangerous or hard and not caring.
Courage is doing something where you know full well how hard it will be, and it terrifies you, but you do it anyway, because it’s the right thing.
I am brave. I do not yet know if I am courageous. Courage is much harder. Courage means picking yourself up and talking yourself through it and making it one day at a time. In this situation, courage means moving on and forcing myself to find happiness again. Courage means facing the future and accepting the different gifts to be found there, even though it’s hard to leave behind the gifts you had.
I wish you courage in life, and I hope you’ll do the same for me.